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maybe the podcast he went on where they're talking about what the hair tie on his wrist meant and he's like "i mean it's my hair tie but i do have a girlfriend, it's not a secret just more private" and then with him loving lamps he says his girlfriend loves them and hates big lights so she has so many lamps and candles all around the house. basically him gushing about his girly and the hosts being like "estas enamoradoooo" and him blushing
𖦁ׅ ࣪ ׂ 🕯️𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 | ENZO VOGRINCIC
𖥔 ࣪˖ pairing: enzo x fem!reader
𖥔 ࣪˖ summary: Enzo talks about your obsession with lamps and candles around your home on the podcast. And also the significance of the hair tie on his wrist.
𖥔 ࣪˖ warnings: nothing but fluff on this one
𖥔 ࣪˖ note: this is so cute! thank you for the request and I hope this is somewhat of what you were looking for anon<3 I honestly kind of improvised the podcast bc I don’t remember everything they said. it is 1 am where I live and I should be sleeping but I can’t…
“Bueno, pero me acabo de acordar.” Carlos points at Enzo’s hair tie letting out a laugh at the remembering he just had making Mariang laugh as well, but causing Enzo to look confused. “Hay un tweet donde sale una foto tuya en el ascensor y sales con la goma para el pelo.” He continued to point at the hair tie, and Enzo only remained more confused.
“Sí, para atarme el pelo.” Enzo nods and tugs the hair tie on his wrist. “Obvio.”
“Y el tweet ponía “chicas” tres puntos.” Mariang adds.
Enzo only appeared more baffled at the fact that his fans tweeted about a hair tie that was on his wrist.
“¿Que significa eso?” Enzo questioned glimpsing at Carlos who was ready to answer back.
“Que era de alguna chica con la que estás implicado.”
“No, pero es mía. Para atarme el pelo.” He looks at the hair tie and points at it.
“Bueno entonces, ¿das por finalizada que la goma es tuya?” Carlos laughed throughout his sentence as he looked at Enzo glanced at his hair tie another time.
“Sí, Y-yo creo que es mía. Bueno tengo novia, no es secreto, pero la goma es mía, pero ya ese tema es más privado.” He taps the surface of the table as he inclines his head towards the side for a short second.
“Bueno, pues gracias por aclarar. Cambiando de tema,” Mariang laughs pushing her mic a bit forward.
The three of them proceeded to talk about the movie and other random topics they would hit in the conversation. Like appealing to Enzo about his fans and any random app he had on his phone. Until they caught up with the topic about the money and how they would waste it on all kinds of things. Mariang spoke of the topic of furniture.
“A mí también me gustan los muebles.” Enzo nods along.
“Ah ¿a ti también? ¿Cuál es tu mueble favorito?” Mariang added to the subject as Enzo thought of his response.
“Las lámparas.” He speaks making Mariang nod along as she approves that was also her favorite type of furniture.
“¿Cuál es tu tipo de luz?” She questioned intrigued.
“Cálida, siempre.” Enzo retorts with no doubt in his voice. “Mi novia fue la que hizo que me gustaran de echo.” He chooses to add, with a tsk of his tongue.
“¿En serio? Ay, suena cool tu novia eh.” Mariang gushed grinning at the mention of you.
Enzo’s smile was followed by a nod and a few phrases. “Sí. Ella está obsesionada con las lámparas y las velas también. Como odia las luces así grandes pues tiene toda la casa llena de velas y lámparas.” He expanded his hands in a way of illustrating the big lights.
You were just like him and hated white lighting. It made your eyes burn, and you personally thought it ruined the warmth feeling of a home. Plus you had always wanted your place to have tons of candles and lamps around it.
“Ay pero qué linda. Me da las vibes de que es muy tranquila.” Carlos nods while Mariang agrees with him.
Enzo’s heart only swelled at the thought of you, and how you would look when lighting up the candles around your house. The times when you would have music playing on your radio and you would dance around turning them on.
“Sí, lo es. Se pone contenta al comprar nuevas velas o algún tipo de lámpara. También compra de pura luz cálida.” Enzo spoke into the mic as he kept his contact with Carlos and Mariang who paid attention to him. “Transmite paz. Es un amor.”
“Pero tío, ¡si estás enamorado!” Mariang signaled with her hand towards Enzo who chuckled. Not hiding the fact that he was turning red.
There was no lie in Mariang’s words. He was very much in love with you.
“Entonces espera, ¿la foto tuya donde estás con las plantas y una lamparita es en su casa?” Carlos asked out of curiousness.
“Sí. se le había caído y me pidió que se la arreglara.” Enzo responded.
“Ay pero qué lindo.” Mariang lets out with a cute tone. Enzo nodded with a small smile carved on his lips remembering the moment of you two.
“¿Y siempre le han gustado las lámparas?” Carlos asked before he took a sip of his drink.
For you, there was not a time where you did not like lamps or candles. They were one of your sources of happiness and personal warmth. So Enzo’s response was—
“La verdad que sí. Desde que la conozco siempre le han gustado. Recuerdo que la primera vez que entré a su casa me dijo “No te asustes” Y yo como ¿Pero por qué me voy a asustar?” Enzo furrowed his brows with the smallest of smiles.
“Claro.” Carlos nodded.
“Ya hasta que entre y vi las lámparas y velas.” Enzo chuckles at the memory. “Pero ahora que veo una lamparita o una vela por ahí me acuerdo de ella. Hasta le compré una.” He mentions with a raise of eyebrows.
“Hay ¿en serio? ¿Le dijiste? no vaya a ser que vea el podcast y se arruine la sorpresa.” Mariang looked at the camera making both Enzo and Carlos laugh. Enzo shook his head before he spoke—
“No, sí le dije y está contenta. Espera con ansia su lamparita.”
“Que bonito.” Carlos spoke peacefully into his mic.
Enzo knew you would love your new lamp, and he couldn’t wait to see your face and how it would brighten against the warm light.
#enzo vogrincic x reader#enzo vogrincic#enzo vogrincic x you#enzo vogrincic one shot#enzo vogrincic imagine#enzo vogrincic fic#enzo vogrincic blurb#enzo
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𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐀 ✵ ENZO VOGRINCIC
summary. pipe gives away way too much information when he’s drunk.
warnings. suggestive 18+ minor pipe otaño x f!reader
a/n. based off bota niña by bad gyal 🫦
you were beginning to regret accepting the boy’s invitation of hitting a club to celebrate the premiere of the movie. they had convinced you to join reminding you of the countless months you’d spent on set making sure everyone was taken care of. the large group had managed to reserve a secluded section big enough for the cast and their friends. you could barley hear anyone over the loud music blaring in the venue.
you were glad the tab wouldn’t fall on you as the boys kept ordering group shots and bottles of bacardi and champagne. you went slow not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of the cast. the last thing you wanted was to make a fool of yourself in front of your coworkers. you had image to keep up with.
“i’m gonna miss you.” pipe slurred as he laid his head against your arm.
“i’m gonna miss you too pipe.” you sighed not believing that you were probably never gonna see any of the guys again.
“can i kiss you?” he blurts out.
“pipe you’re drunk.” you try not to laugh as his drunk self betrays him.
“well i tried! i was so stupid to believe that you liked me over enzo.” he slouches back in his seat as he accepts defeat.
“over enzo? what does he have to do with this?” you ask him intrigued.
enzo had been the coworker you’d least interacted with during filming. he tended to spend more time with the guys and often kept to himself since he was practically the only uruguayan on set. on the few occasions that the two of you had spoken he had been cordial but reserved. it lowkey pissed you off because it left you wanting to know more. seeing him in the finished product was worse because he was full of talent and you had been so close to him yet so far.
“it’s so obvious he likes you.” he says as he tries to reach out for another shot but you intercept him. he’s had enough to drink tonight.
“you’re not funny pipe.” your eyes wander around the room until they land on the topic of conversation. his slicked back hair alone is enough to make you squirm. you quickly turn your attention back to the argentine in front of you.
“i’m the funniest person here besides franco.” he scoffs. “besides enzo was always asking about you on set and i’ve caught him staring. he totally likes you.”
“you’re so full of shit.” you shake your head as you laugh. “i’m gonna go have fun now so the hangover doesn’t bother me as much in the morning.”
you stand up adjusting your dress in the process. it was an absolute pain to always have to pull your dress down whenever it rode up but the high of the movie premiere was too strong to care. it was as if pipe’s observation had given you a wave of confidence and you found yourself standing in front of the others.
“does anyone want to come dance with me?” you ask in the nicest tone possible.
“enzo does!” pipe yells and you can’t help but send a glare towards him.
“no, my dancing is terrible.” enzo nervously giggles as he feels everyone’s eyes land on him.
“he’s lying!” franco throws him under the bus.
“i’ve seen him dance he’s decent.” esteban adds on to the teasing.
“he doesn’t need to come if he doesn’t want to. it’s fine.” you feel the heat rise up to your cheeks at their banter.
“nope! he’s going. he’s the best dancer i’ve ever seen.” pipe continues with his banter.
“enzo! enzo! enzo!” the rest of the people begin to chant as they egg him on. you were regretting asking them anything.
he stands up giving into the pressure from his cast mates. even though the club is dark and the lights are dim you can still notice the pink hue on his cheeks. he’s either embarrassed or flustered and you were beginning to feel bad.
“you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to. i don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” you told him as he approached you.
“it’s fine besides it’ll give them something to talk about.” he smirked as the two of you headed towards the center of the room.
the club is dimly lit but you’re easily able to see people surrounding the two of you. they’re mostly all couples with the occasional group of friends somewhere in the mix. it also doesn’t help that it’s basically old reggaeton music blaring from the speakers meaning it was meant to be danced closely with your partner. you’re too shy to do anything and you quite literally stand there frozen unsure of what to do next.
“you can’t go all shy on me now.” he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. “just a couple of minutes ago you were asking for a dancing partner.”
you try to not look shocked after all he is a man and he has his wants. but you have your needs. truth be told you had barely been romantically involved with anyone since filming had begun and wrapped. you were craving the attention of someone and you didn’t mind if it came from the extremely attractive protagonist. a newfound confidence had formed between the two of you and the music only encouraged you.
“so you don’t mind me touching you, right?” you ask him with a subtle smirk.
the dim lights manage to illuminate his face as he smiles at you. the moment occurring is intimate and probably the most you had ever interacted with him throughout the past three years you knew him. you couldn’t help but admire him, his attractiveness being too much for his own good. he didn’t realize how good looking he was but you had a feeling he would soon.
“depends, how?” he brings his lips near your ears due to the music to make sure you could hear him. the act making you shiver.
“like this.” you place your palm on his chest slowly trailing it down his chest. you lowered your body to the beat of the music at the same time. you surprised your self at how your body moved and how willingly you did it for him.
“fuck.” he murmured trying to make sure you didn’t hear him but you managed to catch it anyways. it was definitely an ego boost, you’d tell your friends about this.
you try to do it again but he grabs you and brings you chest to chest with him. he analyzes you and your breath hitches the suspense killing you. you’re not sure what he’s thinking and you don’t know if you just scared him off. he creeps his hand up your neck to your jaw cupping your face. he removes the couple of strands of hair that are blocking your face. his face gets closer to yours–your heart beating faster. one blink and his lips are on yours capturing them into a sensual rhythm.
you’re perfectly still for a moment not expecting a kiss from him but that doesn’t last long. you’re moving your lips against his in a second. his hand remains firm on your jaw as he kisses you. the two of you pull away for a second to catch your breath’s. you look up at him trying to decipher his feelings. you realize he liked it as much as you did when he leaned in for another one.
normally you would feel bad about the blatant pda in front of others but you weren’t thinking straight. maybe it was the lack of oxygen due to your lips being connected with his but all you wanted was to enjoy the passionate kisses he was giving you. your hand found it’s way into his messy hair tugging at the strands causing deep groans from him. it triggered something inside you. you’d never been kissed like this before nor held like this. you were so entranced by him you barely noticed the way his hand lowered down your body.
“you want to grab my ass and you haven’t even asked me out yet.” you remove his hand from your waist teasing him.
“oh come on you know how busy i’ve been.” he jokes. “come back to my room and i’ll make up for it.”
you offer him a forced smile clearly amused by his sudden confidence and his tempting offer. it was almost enough to make you break. but you didn’t want to be a simple one night stand he would forget. you may have found him attractive but you weren’t gonna lose your dignity.
“no enzo if you really want to make it up to me you’ll come to mine with dinner.” you kiss him on the cheek. “you know where to find me.” you say referring to fact that the whole cast was staying in the same hotel for the premiere.
you head towards the hotel dragging pipe and franco along with you. the two of them being so drunk you can barely get them into their rooms. when you were finally alone you brought your fingers up to your lips reminiscing about enzo and the feel of his lips on yours. you’re barely out of your heels when there’s a knock on your door. you believe it’s pipe coming to bother you once more but instead it’s enzo with a bag of takeout and that devilish smirk of his.
#well…#had to write about my man 🫦#this has been in my drafts for thirteen days omg#enzo vogrincic#enzo vogrincic x reader#enzo vogrincic fanfic#enzo vogrincic fic#enzo vogrincic imagine#enzo vogrincic smut
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❝ We're kissing in the bathroom girl, and, uh
I hope nobody catch us
But I kinda hope they catch us, anyway. ❞
𖥔 ₊ ֗ actress!reader x actor!enzo, enemies to lovers, pequeno age gap [leitora tem entre 23-25 anos], smut, public e mirror sex, sexo sem proteção [ não pode 🙅🏻♀️], pet names, spanking, hair pulling, um pouquinho de espanhol, a reader tem descendência brasileira [ tipo a neta da atriz brasileira Maria Gladys mas sem ser nepobaby ], reader não é nada modesta, uma pequena referência a daddy issues
𝓪/𝓷: primeira vez que eu tô escrevendo com alguém fora do kpop, espero que gostem meus amores 🤭😘 revisado mas pode conter erros
Era para ser mais uma premiere, sua segunda premiere na verdade.
Falavam que era a nova revelação de Hollywood, depois de atuar em alguns filmes independentes e finalmente estrelar em uma grande produção todos queriam você e sua atuação impecável. Você definia seu próprio trabalho como impecável.
Quando chega ao tapete vermelho, na frente do teatro que assistiriam ao seu mais novo trabalho, as câmeras não demoram a apontar para a sua presença. Na internet as pessoas comentavam, sobre seu vestido Valentino vintage, sobre sua aura, seus momentos em que falava em português e também sobre o seu parceiro nesse novo filme. Novo queridinho das garotas com problemas com o pai, você particularmente não via nada demais em Enzo e ele também não ia tanto com sua cara.
As gravações do filme não foram desconfortáveis, não é que tinham pouca química, mas tinha algo no homem que a incomodava, talvez fosse o perfume amadeirado que odiava, o cabelo espesso e escuro que o davam um certo charme ou até mesmo o jeito que sorria sapeca. Na verdade nada aquilo a incomodava, até gostava desses detalhes. E isso te fez perceber que toda a química que todos juravam ter visto entre vocês dois foi totalmente sua culpa, talvez assim como sua personagem nerd estereotipada que odiava o popular da faculdade, seu coração amoleceu mais.
Não estava apaixonada, definitivamente não, mas sentia uma certa atração, um certo desejo toda vez que via ele.
Enzo por sua vez te desprezava, sabia da atração que você sentia por ele e a desprezava muito por isso. Era uma garota mais nova, uma novata boba e arrogante mas com talento. Mas ele também não podia negar, sentia muita atração por você. Pelo seu jeitinho despreocupado, não se importando com nada ao seu redor, como você se achava a maior. Era extremamente atraente para ele.
Enzo chega ao tapete vermelho, os fotógrafos gritam para poder fazer uma foto de vocês dois juntos. Ele se aproxima o suficiente para fazerem as fotos que tanto pediram. "Mais perto Enzo! Está fugindo dela?" um dos fotógrafos grita e todos ao redor soltam uma risada. O uruguaio solta um suspiro e abraça sua cintura, ele sorri para as câmeras e você faz o mesmo. O atores coadjuvantes se arrumam ao lado dos dois para a foto conjunta do elenco e ele aproveita a bagunça ao redor para sussurrar algo no seu ouvido; "Me encontre no corredor do banheiro antes do filme começar, quero conversar com você nena." Os fotógrafos não perdem a chances, os cliques e flashes pioram três vezes mais com essa interação.
Você sorri, mas no fundo está um pouco nervosa com esse homem ao seu lado.
Quando as fotos no tapete vermelho acabam você praticamente corre para dentro do teatro, curiosa para saber o que ele queria fala tanto com você. Não vai de primeira até o corredor, para um pouco antes dele para respirar e controlar o nervosismo mas Enzo já estava lá, ele conseguiu te ver do ponto onde estava. Os olhos castanhos dele escurecem, te hipnotiza, te chamam para perto.
– Você veio, realmente estava torcendo para que você viesse.
– E porque eu não viria?
Ele encosta as costas na parede e coloca o indicador no queixo, como se estivesse pensando.
– Talvez porque eu te deixo nervosa.
Você ri, "isso é um ridículo!". Quer negar até a morte, mas se até ele já percebeu imagine as outras pessoas, o público. Prefere se manter calada.
– ¿Que pasó bebé? Te chamei aqui para algumas dicas de português mas parece que te deixei sem palavras, certo? – Ele se aproxima de você, perigosamente perto demais de você, com o deboche presente em tudo que fala. Quer cometer uma loucura, gritar com ele, beijar-lo ou algo do tipo, você só não aguenta reprimir mais aquele desejo.
– Tengo muchas palabras en mi vocabulario, vagabundo 'sin vergonha. – Abrasileira ao máximo o xingamento no final da frase, sabe que ele não vai entender o que disse e prefere não falar mais nada então vira de costas para ele e sai.
Ou não.
Ele segura o seu pulso antes que consiga avançar pelo corredor, te trás para perto dele novamente. Uma mão na sua cintura, a outra no seu rosto. Sorri da forma mais cafajeste possível e te beija, mas não é qualquer beijo, não, é "o beijo". Aquele de cinema, tirando o fato de não ser falso e muito menos romântico, mas era tão gostoso que ignorava a sensação de não existir uma "paixão" ali.
Ele te leva até o banheiro feminino, não perde tempo, olha para você buscando aprovação para o próximo ato. Enzo te vira de costas para ele, faz você encarar o próprio reflexo no espelho daquele lugar, "Você gosta disso não é? Garotinha suja", passeia com as mãos pelo seu corpo e sobe o seu vestido até a sua cintura. Você só consegue sorrir, como se estivesse chapada, mas realmente não passa mais nada pela sua cabeça. Está boba, bêbada de tesão e só quer um pau para poder se aliviar.
– Enzo, por favor, por favor! – Ele sabe que o seu apelo é para poder enterrar o pau nela, mas ignora, fingi que não ouviu sua voz fininha implorando por um pouco de pica. Ele segura a sua bunda com força, observa a pele morena ficar vermelha com o aperto. Então um tapa é transferido em uma das bandas.
– Você sabe que não me dou bem com vadias como você. Mas só eu sei o quanto você me provocou. Mesmo que você não fizesse nada, era uma provocação para mim.
Mais um tapa. A esse ponto você se debruça mais sobre a pia, empinando a bundinha para receber os tapas direito.
– Você é tão suja nena.
A mão grande do uruguaio brinca com sua entrada por cima do tecido rendado da calcinha, "você é quente, até demais".
Você ouve o o barulho do cinto sendo desfeito, consegue ver pelo espelho como ele pega o pau que parece tão pesado e bombeia. Sente as mãos dele novamente passeando pelo seu corpo, parando na barra da tua calcinha e descendo ela devagarinho, sensual. Ele provoca sua entrada, pincela um pouco do pré-gozo, misturando sua excitação com a dele. Só faz colocar a cabecinha gorda para dentro, sua boca já abre em um 'O' perfeito, "tsk, está agindo como uma virgenzinha, nena.", ele brinca.
Você não demora para levar tudo, até o talo. Então ele começa a estocar, devagar e fundo, nesse ritmo torturante; você pede por mais, ele ri e diz que vai te dar mais. Vai aumentando a velocidade, os dedos brincam com o seu pontinho sensível. Desiste de todas as tentativas de fechar os olhinhos, "Quiero que veas lo sucia que estás, puta." ele te degrada.
Enzo só aumenta a velocidade das estocadas, sabem que o filme já está passando então não se preocupam se alguém vai ouvir os barulhos molhados ecoando do banheiro feminino, mas no fundo você até queria que alguém aparecesse ali e vissem vocês dois naquela situação. Não demora muito, você começa a tremer, se debruça mais ainda naquela pia buscando o próprio ápice, fecha os olhos novamente mas logo é impedida. Enzo puxa o seu cabelo, te fazendo encostar no peitoral dele.
– Já esqueceu o que eu te disse nena? Fique de olhos abertos, putinha.
Você já começa a se contorcer, o melhor ápice da sua vida chega e ele descarrega tudo em você também.
– No no no, déjalo como está. – Ele se refere ao líquido escorrendo pela sua perna, ainda bem que o vestido longo vai esconder essa bagunça.
Você escuta alguém chamando o seu nome do lado de fora, era sua gerente, ela pergunta o quê aconteceu para você ficar tanto tempo no banheiro, inventa uma desculpa, "estava vomitando, acho que comi algo ruim antes de vir para cá." ou algo do tipo. Mas você sai dali, trocando os pés por causa do orgasmo recente, sabendo que Enzo Vogrincic ainda estava escondido naquele banheiro. Você ri, no final das contas, alguém realmente quase pegou vocês "se beijando" no banheiro.
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summary: where Juani noticed some new gossip that was going around Twitter in the name of one of his favorite singers and his co-worker
paring: enzo vogrincic x fem!singer! reader [ no faceclaim ]
writer: Just the reader sticking to the vibe of every person in the world since the release of the movie and the rise of the current internet boyfriend
( tradução para o português )
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yourusername the female urge to write a song about a guy she saw an edit on tiktok
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havanaroseliu OMG! Okay, it´s happenning!!!
yummyyourname Everybody stay calm!!!!
yncliquee what's the procedure everyone? what's the procedue?
ynthinker SHE'S JUST LIKE ME FR
miniynln the last photo, is that the latino guy from the airplane movie???
havanaynluvchild thank u random hot man for making mother do her job
vongriciccunt I understand her at a certain level of depth, I also wanted everyone to hear my love for him after an edit
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bottomsburner "let's make all the tiktok girlys freak"
story responses in instagram dm
havanaroseliu Be fr right now
niamhhccormack_ same.
yourusername he is a hot girls thing for sure
reneerapp shame on you putting things like this on my face
themaddieep are you lauching??????
yourusername girl, I WISH
first story responses in instagram dm
havanaroseliu beg your pardon??? delete this, i have a reputation and another place to be
ynthinker love your friendship with the Bottoms cast.
havanaynluvchild MAMA & MOTHER TOGETHER
reneerapp invitation?????
kikaroseliu i loveeee her so much
juanicar the pretzels look fake
second story responses in instagram dm
chuuyn IT'S COMING
nigvtmares THAT'S A WRAP??
juanicar need this song right now
yourusername boy, it's coming calm down
juanicar Could an old fan know more about the song?
yourusername that depends, old fan, send me your number
treaclychild JUST FUCKING UPLOAD IT ALREADY
third story responses in dm
reneerapp I had hoped you'd be turning into a real person
niamhhccormack_ girl
yourusername sorry mother, for i have sinned ( it will happen again
juanicar I feel like I shouldn't be seeing this
yourusername welcome, juanicar, to enzo vogrincic secret fan page
yourusername You should think twice before sending me your number and making friends, you have released an intimacy never thought of
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yourusername "Older" is now up for you people to stream . . . and the secret is out, the song is about juanicar
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juanicar oh well . . . secret is out
yourusername gonna tell them we are now lauching?
havanasennot WTF???
ynthinker gonna be my number 1 song fr
havanaynluvchild she's making new friends ooooown so proud
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franromerofran He came to my house with Blas, Matias and Pipe to listen
vongriciccunt THE LSDLN STREAMING IT
kukuthinkeer wait, the song is not about Enzo?
yourusername no 🥰
vogrincicenzo has followed yourusername
first story responses in dm
juanicar girl . . . i think u should check on something
havanaroseliu PR TEAM IS FREAKING RIGHT NOW
lnroseliu WHAT IS THIS?????
alicuntrival Y/N????
ynthinker YOU JUST BEING SHAMELESS RIGHT NOW
ynarchive YOU REALLY DID SAY "FCK IT I WANNA THAT MAN"
second story responses in dm
ssavannahsmithh horrible day to post one story after another hun
ynthinkeer THIS IS NOT YOUT CLOSE FRIENDS
juanicar the gc IS GOING NUTS RIGHT NOW
franromerofran AND I WAS THE ONE DOUBTING IT
havanaynluvchild is this my new step father, then??
themaddieep So you just decided to hard lauch? Good for u
third story responses in dm
vogrincicenzo i mean, it's a very nice music
vogrincicenzo i do have somenthings to talk about it, maybe give you more inspiration over a cup of coffee
vogrincicenzo Counting that you won't get me arrested during the conversation for now
#🍂 - slyscountess smau#enzo vogrincic fanfic#enzo vogrincic imagine#enzo vogrincic smau#enzo vogrincic fluff#enzo vogrincic smut#enzo vogrincic x you#enzo vogrincic x reader#enzo vogrincic#la sociedade de la nieve#the society of the snow#🥧 — la rosa nena
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Make you feel better, parte 2
Holaaaa, aquí les traigo la segunda parte de mi último fic, espero que les encante y me comenten qué cosas le gustan y qué cosas puedo mejorar. Gracias por leer!💕
+18
❤️🔥Por fin sucede
💞Enzo x fem!reader
⚠️Warnings: sexo menstrual, sexo sin protección, sexo oral, algo romántico también.
Make you feel better, pt.2
Tratabas de dominar tu respiración, los nervios te la estaban alborotando. Enzo estaba encima de ti, mirándote con esos ojos oscuros y profundos, su pelo negro enmarcándole el rostro.
-Tranquila, chiquita…
Soltaste una pequeña risa para intentar hacerle caso y darle a entender que deseabas esto tanto como él.
-Está bien si te toco? – preguntó con esa voz suya que era como chocolate negro derritiéndose y cayendo sobre tu piel. Asentiste sin quitarle la mirada de encima, pero, cuando su mano rozó tu cuello y fue bajando con la punta de los dedos hacia tus pechos, tuviste que cerrar los ojos. Su otro brazo le sostenía, apoyándose junto a tu cabeza y acariciando tu mejilla para intentar, de una vez, que estuvieses tranquila.
-Cómo no me llevás sujetador, nena? - provocó con media sonrisa de diablo.
-Me dolía…
-Ah, te dolía…-sonaba a falso reproche, a que te iba a enseñar porqué eso era una temeridad y estaba mal. Procedió a serpentear su mano por debajo de la vieja camiseta hasta llegar a tu pecho, el cual abarcó sin esfuerzo. Masajeó como si fuera un experto y lo tuviese todo bajo control, sin embargo, aunque lo ocultase mejor que tú, él también estaba nervioso, y sobre todo embelesado por lo que estaba pasando. Mientras pasaba el pulgar por encima de tu pezón, con cuidado de no hacerte daño, notabas como exhalaba su aliento caliente como fuego en tu cuello, indicativo que se estaba quemando por dentro tanto como tú. No era lo único, naturalmente, también podías sentir su erección, imposiblemente firme contra tu muslo, la cual hundió un poco más para su propio alivio y para hacerte saber cómo te deseaba. Eso provocó que gimieras en su oído.
Antes de que te dieras cuenta, Enzo se había desecho de tus shorts.
Un pensamiento cruzó tu mente como un rayo, ¿estarías sangrando? Aunque las molestias y el dolor habían comenzado, el sangrado no lo había hecho, según tus cálculos, lo más probable es que empezara mañana o esta noche, pero eras consciente de que no era una ciencia exacta. No podías aceptar la idea de que quizá manchases a Enzo, te morirías de la vergüenza y desearías que te tragase la tierra. Cuando éste deslizó tu ropa interior lentamente por tus piernas lograste echar un vistazo y comprobaste que no había restos de sangre, pero sí de toda tu excitación, lo cual él se tomó como un halago no verbal.
-Sigues teniendo cara de preocupada, chiquita… - dijo con una voz que te sonó aún más grave, pero como si casualmente no estuviera acariciando tu monte de venus.
-Es que no quiero mancharte, boludo-te reíste, al fin siendo tú misma con él.
-No sé con que clase de nenes has salido vos, pero a mí un poco de sangre no me asusta.
¿Es que acaso estaba dentro de tu cabeza para saber exactamente qué decir para prenderte aún más?
Tanteó con la punta de los dedos tu entrada, y la humedad que él había provocado en ti se adhería a su piel, pequeños hilos transparentes adornando sus dígitos. Poco a poco se introdujo en ti haciendo que te estremecieras y arquearas la espalda. Él resopló y te miró frunciendo el ceño.
-Ufff… qué apretada que estás, nena…-acercó su boca a tu oído provocando un nuevo vuelco en tu corazón- ¿Así me vas a apretar la pija?
Dios. DIOS. Un gemido que fue casi un grito escapó de tu garganta sin que tú pudieras (o quisieras) hacer nada por evitarlo. Hubieras jurado que cualquier pibe que te hablase sucio se hubiera ido de tu casa con una patada en el culo, pero joder, cómo te había prendido que Enzo dijera eso. De hecho, como si tu cuerpo quisiera darle la razón, tu interior se contrajo alrededor de sus dedos, provocando una risita maliciosa en él. Los movía con habilidad, dibujando el típico gesto de “ven aquí”, encontrando y masajeando un punto muy sensible de tu centro.
-Enzo…-gimoteaste.
- ¿Qué, nena? - contestó con la respiración agitada, notando, desde hace un rato como su líquido preseminal estaba formando una mancha húmeda en sus bóxers negros, su erección, pulsando dolorosamente.
Querías contestar, pero el placer te nublaba la capacidad de hablar, solo podías gemir y agarrarte con fuerza a su espalda, reparando en lo firme que era, y lo pequeña que parecías debajo de él. Le miraste a los ojos suplicante, queriendo comunicar tus deseos sólo con tu mirada.
-Ya sé, ya sé... – se apiadó él. Se apartó de ti con cuidado de retirar sus dígitos suavemente para no herirte. El vacío que dejaron te molestó intensamente, pero sabías que simplemente el aperitivo había terminado: ahora venía el plato fuerte. Arrodillándose en tu cama comenzó a desabrocharse el cinturón. Iluminado solamente por tus tenues luces azules y la pantalla de tu televisión, la figura de Enzo era escultural: su cabello largo y oscuro, su torso definido y bronceado. Incluso el vello de sus axilas te pareció intensamente atractivo cuando alzó los brazos para sacarse la camiseta. Su aroma, su aroma parecía tener temperatura, emanaba calor, y un olor riquísimo a madera y café, a hombre.
Se bajó un poco el pantalón vaquero, y, aunque su intención era levantarse para desprenderse de él por completo, un instinto súbito tuyo se lo impidió. Te incorporaste y gateaste hasta que tu rostro quedó a la altura de su cintura. Acariciaste la tela de su bóxer, notando su dureza, cómo su anatomía estaba provocando que la prenda estuviese tirante. Cuando Enzo procesó lo que estabas a punto de hacer suspiró. Su caballerosidad no quería dejarte continuar, esta noche se trataba de ti, pero ¿cómo te iba a decir que no? Tu boquita debía sentirse como el cielo en la Tierra.
Apenas te tomaste un momento para admirar cómo su miembro se erguía ante ti, inflamado, expectante de tu atención. Lo tomaste con delicadeza en tu mano derecha e hiciste que entrase en tu boca, tus labios haciendo de cálida bienvenida para él, tratando de relajar la lengua para que pudieras acomodar su tamaño más fácilmente.
-Ay, sí…- gimió con voz ronca.
Sonreíste para ti misma, no era algo de lo que pudieras alardear en cualquier conversación, pero sabías que era algo que se te daba muy bien hacer.
Continuaste el movimiento de vaivén, utilizando tu saliva como lubricante, provocando una serie de sonidos que Enzo juraba que le iban a volver loco. Tenía su mano en tu mentón, sin sujetarlo, pero marcando la posición. Notaba como tu boca se llenaba y nunca se vaciaba del todo.
Su respiración, su pulso acelerándose, la forma en la que tensaba los abdominales, eran señales de que le costaría mucho aguantar si continuabas con ese ritmo.
-Basta – sacó su pija de tu boca sin previo aviso, y tú te quedaste con la cara que se le queda a un niño cuando le quitas su juguete favorito – tumbáte – ordenó.
Te dejaste caer sobre la pila de almohadas, que se desinflaron suavemente por tu peso.
No había ya lugar para miramientos o pre��mbulos, tenía que cogerte ya.
Enzo volvía estar encima de ti, pero esta vez frente a frente. Se mantenía en equilibrio, además de con sus piernas entre las tuyas, con su antebrazo sosteniéndole junto a tu cabeza. Su otro brazo, sin embargo, se perdía debajo de su abdomen, no podías verlo, pero pronto notaste cual era su cometido. Su mano estaba agarrando su propio miembro, pesado, duro, para posicionarlo en tu entrada, que no podía esperar para tragárselo. Sentías su sudor en tu piel, su calor, tus pulsaciones disparadas, la humedad que compartíais. Pero todas esas sensaciones se vieron ensordecidas por la más intensa que habías sentido probablemente en tu vida:
Enzo entrando en ti
Tus ojos y tu boca se abrieron como para sustituir el sonido que eras incapaz de generar. Tu mirada se encontró con la suya. Él también tenía una expresión obscena, os mirabais incrédulos del placer que os estabais dando el uno al otro. ¿Porqué carajo no lo habíais hecho antes?
Tras un momento de adaptación, tú a su tamaño y él a tu estrechez, las embestidas se tornaron más rápidas y casi todo lo profundas que podían ser sin hacerte daño.
Enzo pareció leer tus preocupaciones (una vez más), y de forma inconsciente, las tomó como si fueran un papelito, las arrugó y las tiró lejos de ti.
-Dios, nena… -dijo con voz grave y entrecortada- ¿te gusta? ¿te alivia un poco…?
-Muchísimo, amor- Mierda. Eso se te había escapado, por mucho que estuvierais haciendo lo que estabais haciendo no debías haberlo llamado así.
-Me alegro, mi vida – al decir esto, besó tu mejilla con calidez, decidiste que su respiración era lo único que querías en tus pulmones.
¿Era posible que te sonrojaras aún más? Sí, era posible.
Habías conseguido entrelazar las piernas a su espalda, acercando más tu cadera a su cuerpo, haciendo que las estocadas fueran todavía más profundas. El movimiento cada vez era más errático, estaba golpeando tu punto más débil, la humedad que había provocado en ti estaba con seguridad creando una gran mancha en tus sábanas, escurriéndose por tus ingles y tus glúteos. Notaste fuego dentro, en tu bajo vientre y en el fondo que Enzo estaba tocando una y otra vez con su glande hinchado. No hacía falta que dijeras nada - tampoco es que pudieras- te aferraste a él con desesperación, como si no quisieras salir volando arrastrada por una corriente de viento brutal. Por instinto te encogiste, escondiendo la cara en su pecho.
-Dale, princesa, miráme cuando te venís- tomó tu cara en su mano y te obligó a encararle.
Como todo un experto eligió un ritmo y lo mantuvo para ayudarte a concentrarte en perseguir tu clímax, mientras tanto, agarró uno de tus pechos, estimulando tu pezón, añadiendo otro foco de placer a la ecuación.
-Vamos nena, dejate ir…-continuó animándote.
Tus labios dibujaron una ‘O’ que no se cerraba más, él miraba tus ojos y después tu boca, la cual se le antojaba la frutilla más dulce que había tenido el placer de devorar. Dios, como deseaba él acabar en esa lengua rosada.
Tu interior se contrajo exponencialmente, atrapándole y, a los gritos, te viniste agarrada a él, en el orgasmo más increíble de tu vida. Si había un cielo podías afirmar que lo habías tocado.
Enzo seguía haciéndote el amor, (por que ya no se podía decir que simplemente te estaba cogiendo), pero la sobreestimulación no te estaba incomodando, querías seguir sintiendo, y de hecho seguías sintiendo muchísimo placer.
-¡Dentro, Enzo!
-Nena, no voy a aguantar…- te miró con urgencia entre gemidos roncos- d-dime…dónde…
Te miró confundido. Estabas disfrutando malévolamente de su preocupación, omitiendo el pequeño detalle de que estabas en la píldora.
-¿Tomás la pastilla? -casi gruñó por el esfuerzo de aguantar su eyaculación.
Asentiste con sonrisa de diabla, divertida.
-¿Te lleno? ¿querés que te llene…? - su respiración cada vez más agitada, su voz, rota.
En respuesta gemiste aún más alto, encontrando un momento para lamer su cuello, salado por el sudor, y terminar de volverle loco.
Un último quejido salió de su pecho y le obligó a cerrar los ojos con fuerza. Estaba derramándose por completo en tu interior. Jurabas notar los disparos blancos y ardientes inundando tu interior. El pulso bombeando alocadamente en su miembro había hecho que se sintiera todavía más ancho, arrebatando más lloriqueos desesperados de tu boca.
-Ufff… - resopló exhausto antes de unir su torso al tuyo y descansar encima de ti.
-Yo te tenía unas ganas inmensas, chiquita- confesó él por fin- Te quiero, ¿sabías? - remató, haciéndote sonreír inmensamente.
-No me lo puedo creer- te reíste peinando su pelo húmedo con tus dedos- ¿qué hemos hecho?
Le apartaste el cabello de la cara con dulzura para poder verle bien.
-Yo también a ti. - soltaste, sintiéndote ligera después de decirlo.
Una extraña nueva confianza se estaba apoderando de ti, Enzo te hacía sentir como la mujer más maravillosa, y con él en tus brazos, lo viste todo mucho más claro.
Parte 1
tags: @iamjustadoll @andyrubei @madame-fear @miskhalie @karylvsjuanii @koiibiito @quarzitos @voglatte @llorented @deepinsideyourbeing
(me he basado en mis reblogueos e interacciones para hacer la tag-list, diganme si quieren que les agregue o los borre de la misma ;))
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𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙'𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡
𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙚
𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙡𝙮𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮
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If I start writing for Enzo Vogrincic, would you also like it to be in Spanish or English?
#── 𝐕al being in love. ♡̷ ·˚#enzo vogrincic#enzo vogrincic smut#enzo vogrincic fluff#enzo vogrincic fanfic#enzo vogrincic x reader#enzo vogrincic x y/n#enzo vogrincic imagines#enzo vogrincic imagine#enzo vogrincic angst
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Strong Love - Enzo Vogrincic x Reader
summary: Enzo makes a bold decision to save his relationship after rumors of infidelity spread.
warnings: without
from a request
You have been in London recording a film for a month now. You initially planned to travel with your boyfriend, Enzo. However, unforeseen circumstances kept him back in his home country, managing interviews for his new film and other commitments. Soon, your name flooded social media, not for your movie but due to a particular photo everyone was tagging you in.
It was Enzo with his ex-girlfriend, Sofia, seemingly happy and together on the streets at night. The moment you saw it, confusion and pain set in. You wanted to believe it was a mistake, but the evidence was there. Unable to gather the strength to confront him in person, you sent him a text message, desperately seeking an explanation.
On the other side, Enzo anxiously stared at his phone, feeling the tension building up as he contemplated your message. "I saw the photos, Enzo, and I need you to explain what's going on," your message read. The realization of the photo's error struck Enzo, and he feared you wouldn't believe him.
As you noticed his delayed response, you tried to focus on your work on the film set. A mix of emotions overwhelmed you, from surprise to anguish. The images of Enzo and Sofia haunted your thoughts, creating a knot of insecurity and sadness. While attempting to concentrate, you awaited the answers Enzo was willing to provide.
Enzo, understanding the gravity of the situation, desperately sought to explain. When you finally checked your phone, you saw his rushed messages justifying the encounter. Amidst the filming chaos, you struggled to concentrate and process the flood of notifications that made you feel powerless and hurt.
"Love, you need to know it wasn't what it seemed. I ran into Sofia on the street by chance, and we only talked for a moment. There were no hidden intentions, I promise."
"Sofia is part of the past; you are my present and future. I made a mistake not anticipating how it could affect you, and I take full responsibility. I am willing to do whatever it takes to fix this because you are the most important thing to me."
"I know the photos may seem compromising, but I'm being honest with you. It was an unexpected coincidence. I'm sorry; I love you."
You loved him, and you knew he was being honest, but it didn't ease the pain, especially considering Sofia's past harassment when you first started dating.
"Enzo, the photos are hard to ignore, but I appreciate your honesty. I need time to process it all. I'm hurt, but I want to believe in you. We need to talk when I return." There were still a few months left until your return, but if he was truly willing to fix things, you hoped he would understand and wait.
Enzo, feeling overwhelmed by the distance and the anxiety of waiting, made a bold decision after days of reflection. He decided he couldn't wait months to resolve things and was determined to fight for you.
Within a few days, without saying a word, Enzo arranged a flight to London. Landing in the bustling city, his heart pounded with nervousness about your unexpected reaction.
That same afternoon, a few hours before you finished filming, he appeared on the set, searching for you everywhere, asking everyone where you were, and the consistent response was, "in her dressing room." When he finally found your dressing room and knocked on the door, you opened it, thinking it would be anyone but him. Seeing him, you were completely surprised.
"Enzo, what are you doing here?" you asked, a mix of disbelief and excitement.
"I'm sorry; I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to see you, talk to you face to face. Explanations and apologies aren't enough through messages," he replied, determination in his eyes.
You were moved by the fact that he flew there just to see you, a mix of emotions overwhelmed you. He continued, "I made a mistake; I shouldn't have talked to her, and I'm willing to face the consequences. But I'm also willing to fight for us, to show with actions that this is what I want most in my life, that I love you."
After hours of conversation and shared tears, you forgave Enzo because you truly loved him and saw that each of his words was sincere. During that time, he stayed with you, and despite the rumors, you paid them no attention. Every day, you both seemed more in love than ever, and everyone noticed.
After some time, you returned home, and the return flight felt different; you were better, and you liked that. You didn't know how things would unfold, but something inside you told you that everything would be okay.
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I AM ONCE AGAIN BEGGING 😭 PLEASE WRITE FOR THESE MEN FOR GOOD LUCK AND WHATEVER Y’ALL NEED IN LIFE RIGHT NOW
#matias recalt#society of the snow#enzo vogrincic#esteban kukuriczka#Fran Romero#fanfic#matias recalt imagine
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𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 | ENZO VOGRINCIC
𖥔 ࣪˖ pairing: enzo x fem!reader
𖥔 ࣪˖ summary: with all the events enzo is attending, he thinks it would be a good idea to learn a bit of english, especially with the Oscars coming around. lucky for him he had the perfect person.
𖥔 ࣪˖ warnings: just pure fluff
𖥔 ࣪˖ note: I wouldn’t mind teaching him if he asked 😅 this one is short and I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes.. I didn’t have enough time to proofread.. ohh and btw I will start taking requests for enzito! :))
��Dale nena. Un poquito na’ más.” Enzo’s arm travels around your waist as he brings you closer to him on the couch.
He had been attempting his very best to persuade you by showing him a few basics of English. He wanted to involve himself in additional conversations with other celebrities, and when the idea popped into his head he thought you would be the perfect help.
“Enzo.” You giggle pushing him with your hand on his chest. You noticed how he tried to look serious. “Que quieres aprender.” He smiles at how you give in.
“Lo básico.” He shrugs but then he thinks. “A ver cómo se dice—” he licks his lips, his elbow resting on the couch with his sight on you. “Es un gusto conocerte.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“It’s.. a pleasure.. to meet you.” Enzo repeats. His eyes squint as he somewhat tilts his head to the side due to the bit of struggle of pronunciation.
“Nada mal eh.” He smiles at your compliment.
“Gracias, gracias.” He brings his hand to his chest. “A ver cómo se dice… estoy muy contento de estar aquí.”
“I am very happy to be here.”
“I am.. very.. very—” he shakes his head making you giggle. “happy to be.. here!” He drops his hand in a sudden movement making the both of you move.
“Enzo!” your chuckles muffled into his chest. Your head looks up into his eyes as his arm remained wrapped around the back of your neck.
“Ya pero, como se dice-” he whispers with a hint of raspiness in his voice close to your lips. He speaks “Tengo a la novia más hermosa de todo el mundo” before giving your lips a peck as you smiled.
“I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the whole world.” You look into his eyes as he gave you one of his oh so charming smiles.
“I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the whole world.” he managed to say before he kissed your lips again. This time he brought your bottom lip into his own lips as his hand reached for your cheek. His thumb rested on the sculpture of your cheekbone while the rest of his hand rested on the back of your neck.
“sabes a dulce chiquita.” he whispers into your lips. The two of you chuckled at his comment. You pulled away licking your lips not even attempting to hide your growing smile as you stared at him.
Enzo somehow would always find a way to bring a smile to your face. Whether it was with a silly comment or him showing you affection and loading you with compliments.
Your fingers traced the strands of his hair that hung on his face or on the side of it. “que cosas dices En.”
“Te las digo a vos.” You roll your eyes jokingly as he shrugs. “Eres beautiful.” the word exaggerates coming out of his lips making you laugh at his goofiness.
“Pues tú eres handsome.” You give him a quick peck.
The two of you stayed in the couch enjoying each other’s comfortable silence. Enzo’s fingertips traced up and down on your bare arm, almost leaving goosebumps. You rested on his chest next to him as you kept your hand next to you while the other rested beneath you.
“Estás nervioso por los Oscars?” Your mumbled words vibrated on Enzo’s chest as you spoke.
“Un poco, pero entusiasmado.”
You bring your head up to look him in the eye. “No tienes por qué estar nervioso. Ya verás que se lo llevan, ustedes hicieron un gran trabajo.” His eyes had a glint in them as he softly gazed onto you. You seemed so positive. “Traen a todo mundo loco En. Ese Oscar es de ustedes. Y les voy a echar porras cuando digan las nominaciones.” You boop his nose with your finger tip making him blink before a smile appeared on his lips followed by—
“Ay, te amo chiquita.” He kisses you again. Your words eased him.
“Yo te amo más.”
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dios mío, acabo de ver que estás aceptando pedidos y tengo uno para Francisco! — si puedes y quieres escribir, ¡claro!
podrías escribir un escenario en el que él y la lectora pasen mucho tiempo juntos, especialmente toda la mañana en la cama; complacerse y disfrutar de la compañía del otro. — Después de pasar días alejada del rodaje de la película, Fran quiere aprovechar al máximo su tiempo con ella.
es un escenario lindo, y si quieres agregar obscenidad, ¡siéntete libre y me encantaría!
⊹ ┊LOVER ꒱ .ﾟ
↷ ˊ- pairing: francisco romero x f!reader.
warnings: +18, fluff, smut, fingering, nipple play?, oral (recibe ella), (leer bajo su responsabilidad).
• dani’s typing… ! amo esta clase de pedidos, además el fran tan lindo literal es un sol.
no había otra cosa que más le gustara a fran que pasar tiempo con su novia, enredados bajo las sábanas blancas de su cama y sintiendo piel contra piel, como lo estaban ahora. ya había pasado un tiempo alejado de ti por el rodaje de la película en la que formaba parte y esto hacía que disfrutara al máximo tu compañía en lo que restaba de sus días libres como hoy.
para ti era relajante estar acostada sobre su pecho mientras escuchabas los latidos de su corazón y las caricias que dejaba en tu cintura. extrañabas esos momentos íntimos con él y sabías que le pasaba lo mismo.
“esperaba tener estos momentos con vos” su voz sonaba adormilada pero aún con ese característico tono dulce que era único.
“yo también” no querías abrir los ojos, sabía que te ibas a encontrar con la luz solar que se mezclaba por las cortinas de la habitación.
en realidad estabas muy feliz por el, tal vez alguna que otra lagrima rodó por tu mejilla al momento en que le dijeron que había obtenido el papel, parecía un rayo de luz que iluminaba todo tu ser y no dejarías que nadie lo apagase. aunque si te sentías un poco triste que no pudieses pasar tanto tiempo con él, pero era su trabajo.
aún así nunca dejaron de disfrutar los momentos cortos que tenían siempre salía alguna cena o una película en la cual ambos se quedaban dormidos.
“¿qué pensás, beba? su mano hizo que subieras tu rostro y abriendo un poco los ojos, chocaste con esa mirada azulada.
“que te extraño mucho” dijiste cortamente antes de repartir besos por toda su cara sin dejar algún lugar por besar. notabas cierto rubor en sus mejillas lo que te hizo sonreír porque se veía adorable más sus cabellos dorados que se encontraban despeinados bajo la luz del sol que entraba.
no supiste en qué momento de todos los mimos que se andaban dando, ambos terminaron en un beso algo caótico.
sentías tu labio palpitar por las mordidas que fran dejaba pero luego recorría con su lengua, su mano bajaba cada vez más con sus delgados dedos tocando en los lugares correctos que hacían erizar tu piel.
tu ropa de dormir básicamente era una camisa que te quedaba algo grande de tu novio junto la ropa interior, no hacía falta nada más para sentirte cómoda.
lo que fue mejor para él ya que su mano pudo escabullirse tranquilamente debajo de su camisa para amasar tus senos, torturando de a poco tu pezón.
aprovechó de quitar la única prenda de ropa que tenías dejándote solo con tu ropa interior, sonrió antes de besar tus labios y dejar un camino baboso por tu cuello.
sus dedos buscaron tu intimidad sin dejar de besar tu piel mientras dejabas salir tus gemidos ahogados, francisco siempre te hacía sentir como una reina.
gruñó cuando su boca bajó por tus senos y sus dedos sintieron lo empapada que estabas, corrió un poco la ropa interior a un lado y acaricio tu entrada necesitada.
“dale, no seas malo” dijiste entrecortada, la combinación de su boca con su mano te estaban llevando a otro nivel.
“¿hm?” su boca empezó a jugar con tus pezones conjunto a su mano que antes estaba utilizando, no era sorpresa que a fran le encantaba tus senos ya que se la pasaba con una mano debajo del brasier amasando o dejando marcas.
se quedó un momento pegado a ellos, tu mano solamente jalaban su cabello dándole a entender que te gustaba hasta lo acercabas más.
su mano dejó de trabajar en tu pezón y bajando de a poco se encontró con tu panty, la cual ayudaste a bajar cuando te dió dos palmadas en el muslo.
“soy toda tuya” y con esas tres palabras los largos dedos de fran empezaron a hacer su trabajo, subían y bajaban por toda tu intimidad regando tu excitación, a veces dejando movimientos circulares en tu clítoris.
su cabeza reposó en tu muslo mientras mantenías las piernas abiertas y sin ninguna advertencia metió sus dedos en tu abertura, sacándote un chillido.
“sos mía, beba” sus dedos entraban y salían lentamente, sin hacer ningún esfuerzo por hacerlo rápido.
disfrutaban del momento, tu cabeza andaba dando vueltas mientras tu cabello se esparcía por toda la almohada. el chapoteo de tu excitación, tus gemidos y los suaves susurros de fran te estaban llevando al límite.
te sacó otro chillido al sentir su lengua caliente en tu clítoris, pasando rápidamente a chupadas.
ahora sus dedos si decidieron ir más rápido causando que salieran más gemidos de tu parte. aún así sentías las vibraciones de sus zumbidos en tu clítoris haciendo que tus ojos quedaran en blanco.
“m-me vengo” dijiste entrecortada, todo el aire se te estaba yendo de los pulmones.
“hacelo, bonita” con las vibraciones de sus palabras y sus dedos tocando tu punto dulce, tus piernas temblaron al igual que todo tu cuerpo mientras repetías su nombre varias veces.
sin ningún problema te limpió toda con su lengua dejando un beso corto en tu intimidad mientras subía su rostro para quedar con el tuyo, se notaba un poco de baba junto con tu excitación en su barbilla y lo limpiaste un poco.
“te adoro, entendelo” sus penetrantes ojos azules se complementaron con los tuyos y le diste un beso corto.
“yo también, nene” ahora le diste un beso un poco más largo donde empezó una nueva guerra de lenguas “¿segundo round?” reíste, dejando su cuerpo debajo del tuyo.
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by ﹫ VOGLATTE ╱ en realidad me encantó cómo quedó aún así me disculpo porque es mi primera vez haciendo smut (si hay algo que mejorar recibiré críticas constructivas) pronto estaré subiendo pedidos, etc… bye!
#francisco romero#francisco romero x reader#imagine#society of the snow#la sociedad de la nieve#enzo vogrincic#matias recalt#francisco romero fanfic#francisco romero smut#voglatte post .ᐟ
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Some random headcanons about what it would be like to date Enzo and a little imagine with him. I haven't wrote anything in ages so apologies if this is shite. Please no hate but let me know if you like this etc. I am always welcome to feedback/ thoughts/ comments/ concerns. Sorry in advance for grammar and spelling and punctuation
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(THIS MANS JAWLINE IS MORE STRUCTURED THAN MY LIFE)
*Disclaimer: This is my own work and my own self-indulgent ideas, none of this is based in reality. And warnings for making out etc, nothing too explicit (PG-13)
✨️ There is no way you ever have to carry your own bag. This man is rushing in to help you. Whether that's your handbag on date night or all of the shopping bags after your weekly grocery shop run. And yes, he refuses to make 2 trips to the car.
✨️ Speaking of weekly shops runs, Enzo is that boyfriend who always pushes the trolley/ cart.
✨️ Matching Adidas trackies. Never quite knowing whose joggers/ t shirts/ jackets that belonged to.
✨️ Wearing his boxers after sex to go down and make a fresh batch of coffee.
✨️ Is always entertaining you with unusual facts and information about Uruguay and is keen for you to learn and embrace his culture and he is keen to learn more about yours.
✨️ Matching your nail varnish to his bow tie/ tie/ shirt colour etc.
✨️ Midnight beach walks where you tell eachother all your hopes and dreams and desires, all the 'deep stuff' you feel you can't tell eachother when it's daylight as it seems to real.
✨️ This man can dance. He has so much natural rhythm and is such a natural. He'll always be the first one up on the dance floor at parties and cast parties and would much rather spend the time on the dance floor with you rather than talking. Also at home will put on whatever dance music he wants and will just start dancing with you.
✨️ Dressing up as Kylo Ren and Rey for Halloween. "Well I mean... I think we should go as them, it would look good" "Fine"
A Perfect Day
You went to open the fridge to find the pouring cream for your iced coffees but were distracted by the note attached to the front, wrote in Enzo's beautiful cursive handwriting. You smiled to yourself as you read it. He always left the most beautiful love notes and this one was no exception. It simply read "You're my happy place". You took the note off the fridge and folded it neatly and placed it in your dressing gown pocket. You were saving them all, for what you weren't sure, but you pictured a future for you and enzo, maybe one day sticking all the notes down into a scrap book and passing it onto your daughter. To show her how much she should be loved by another. You smiled at the thought and opened the fridge, finally, to find the pouring cream. After Enzo had finished filming, touring and surving the awards season the two of you finally had some time and moved in together. The first thing he had done was gone out and found the most fanciest coffee machine. You guys hadn't even bought a bed yet at that point. You finished making your drinks and went back upstairs. Enzo was sat up in bed, shirtless.
"Well damn, it's hot this morning." You laughed as you sat back in bed next to him, being careful not to spill anything. "Here my angel." You passed him the iced coffee. He carefully took it from you and took that first heavenly sip.
"Hmm, perfecto." He said closing his eyes with a satisfied smile on his face. "I do not know how I survived without having you around, only you can make my coffee right."
"I'm sure there is someone else who could, I could always teach them, it's not too hard. There aren't any crazy secret ingredients." You replied "I just make it with love, I think that's why it's so good." Enzo leaned over and kissed you. "I love you so much, mi amor." He said as he took your hand. "What would you like to do today?"
"We need to go shopping to get a couple things and I was thinking maybe we could have a go at making our own pizzas for dinner?" You suggested, admiring him.
"You always have the best ideas, I have a couple more things to add to the list so please don't let me forget my love." Enzo said as he got out of bed. It would never get old seeing how beautiful he was. It was like he had been sculpted by the world's most incredible artist whose attention to detail no one was able to match. You felt so lucky to not only be with one so handsome but to also have discovered someone with a soul that was equally as beautiful. Enzo gave all of his love and time to you. He was always there, his strength and resilience gave you strength. He was so honoured and humbled to have been given such an important role in the film and the sincerity in which he handled his part was inspiring to you. He never got angry when you would call him in the middle of the night due to the time differences or when he had come home to see that you had used his entire bottle of his most expensive cologne. You had missed him a lot while he was away filming so decided one night to spray a little of it on to the pillow next to you, then a little onto your wrist; just to make it seem like he was there with you, however next thing you knew you'd unintentionally sprayed the entire bottle around the house and it was now empty. Enzo found it to be a most romantic gesture and when he left again to complete filming took a pot of your lip balm to apply each night so it could feel like you'd just kissed him. You heard the shower turn on and got up from the bed again to decide what to wear for today. It was a simple errand day so you grabbed a pair of Adidas joggers and a black long sleeved top.
"Wow, you look so beautiful." He said staring at you.
"What? These?" You laughed. "It's a step up from pajamas."
"You look perfect, I love it so much I will also wear mine." He said as he began looking in the wardrobe.
"Maybe one day you could surprise everyone and wear Nike." You laughed. You admired him once again as he got dressed and then you both finished your coffees. Ofcourse Enzo insisted on driving and you sat in the passenger seat and played DJ. Enzo was a cautious driver, especially whilst you were in the car. He could never understand men who drove dangerously to try and impress their partners. How could he risk your life? He couldn't live with himself if anything happened to you, especially if he was the cause of it. You thought is was sweet how he was always so gentle and careful with you. He parked up outside the supermarket.
"I can get my door." You said quickly, opening it as soon as he turned off the ignition. A few times Enzo had managed to run around to open your car door whilst you rummaged around for your handbag or wallet. He was always the gentleman.
"You know I love opening it for you." He said sweetly as he linked his hand with yours. "I'll push the cart."
"I wasn't even going to try." You laughed. Enzo had to push the trolley. He just had to, it wasn't an option for you ever. It made him feel helpful and supportive. You took the list out of your pocket as you walked in with him and began looking down the aisles.
"We have to get these crisps, you'll love them." You said, standing on your tip toes.
"I got it baby." Enzo said, barely having to extend his arm to grab the pack. There were times when his height came in handy and this was certainly one of them. One time the two of you had a fight that had started off as a result of something so small and petty and then seemingly didn't stop and just kept getting worse and worse. It was the first night the two of you went to bed without apologies or saying how much you loved one another. The next day you didn't say a word to him, you'd returned from work and Enzo had moved all of your favourite snacks and drinks to the top shelves so you had no choice but to talk to him.
"And can you get those ones as well, my love. That flavour looks good too." You said pointing to the packet next to it.
"Anything for you." He said, grabbing everything you asked for. You carried on walking through the supermarket getting everything you needed to make pizza later.
"I'll get this." You said, putting your card on the card reader first.
"No, no!" Enzo insisted. "Baby, we talked about this".
"I'll pay." You said "It's fine honey". Enzo muttered in Spanish about how he should be the one paying. The two of you walked back to the car and together loaded the shopping into the back of the car and drove back.
"Are you going to let me carry any of the shopping?" You asked.
"Not a chance." Enzo laughed and leaned over to kiss you. You kissed him back and gently tugged on the back of his hair to be able to kiss down his beautifully structured jawline.
"I love you so much." You said, between kisses.
"I love you so much more." He said. He kissed the tip of your nose and rested his forehead against yours. His soft eyelashes gently brushing your skin. "I got the shopping, don't worry." You got out of the car and opened the door for him. Enzo grabbed all the bags and followed you in.
"Baby, one day all the bags are going to break and I don't know what you will do." You said as you began putting everything away. "Leave the pizza ingredients out, my love."
"Anything for you, I will cut mine in to a heart shape." He said, doing as you asked him. You smiled at him.
"I might try and do a star or something, I don't know." You said. "Maybe the shape of a coffee bean."
"You know me so well." He said smiling as the last of the shopping was put away. The sun was beginning to set and the sky was turning a beautiful pink colour. You went out onto the balcony and looked out. The view was beautiful, just like your life now. You heard the doors slide open and Enzo stepped outside. You continued to look out as you felt his strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer. He kissed your neck gingerly taking in the smell of your perfume and moisturiser. The two of you fitting together perfectly, the final missing piece of the jigsaw to your life.
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Enzo Vogrincic x Reader.
There you were, sitting elegantly next to Enzo at one of the many premieres that the new series generated. Your fingers trembled momentarily with the new anxiety, but it became something normal.
"Oh, a question for Enzo now." The woman said smiling as she opened a small piece of paper. "In principle, you and our guest of honor would never have played a romance in this series, but what does that mean?"
Enzo smiled before looking at you embarrassed and answering calmly. "Well, I didn't like her at all... I mean, it was a bit of jealousy since we shared a particular friend and suddenly she and he did everything together."
The presenter nods as she lets out a sincere smile.
"But our director came in one day and said that the show needed this spark of chemistry that we had. I was like, really? I hate that girl."
You laugh embarrassedly before covering your face with your hands, Enzo slipping his arm over her whispering some apology.
"But we'll get through this, my tantrum can't last long."He massages her back.
"That's magnificent, a real enemies to lovers." The presenter says gently. "The next question is for you."
You nod; everyone admired how you could be so discreet off camera and so expressive on stage.
"Did you know about this hatred of Enzo?" She asks.
"Actually, there's a scene where he says he hated me... and that scene wasn't in the script." You smile. "Coupled with his treatment, I might have had an idea."
"Let me defend myself." He laughs, raising his hands in surrender. "It was only a three-week hatred."
"But after that, Enzo became a very dear friend." You smile again, but notice how he looks at you differently.
The presenter finishes, you and Enzo wave to the camera before being released and heading to the dressing room. It was a short walk, but the air seemed thicker. Enzo throws himself down on the sofa and takes off the microphone, you remain standing, untangling yourself from the wires.
"What's wrong?" you ask him, and he doesn't even make a point of looking at you, turning his head the other way.
"I don't like the way the phrase 'Enzo dear friend' sounds." Enzo puts his feet up on the table.
"What did you want me to say?" his voice is always so soft.
"I don't know, maybe that I'm not your friend? That I'm more than your friend and less than a boyfriend?" he groans, staring at the ceiling."You know that's stupid, you're being immature." She shakes her head.
"Yes, I'm an immature shit for loving someone who doesn't have the guts to tell me they're with me." His words are like knives, and you're his target.
"Don't say that." The soft voice murmurs.
"It's not the truth?" For the first time he looks at her. His eyes are filled with confusion, heat, pleading.
"You know it's not." She looks at him. "Just stop and think about what you're saying."
"It's what I've been thinking for a long time." He stands up abruptly.
He waits for her to say something, he mentally begs her to tell him he's wrong, he begs her not to let him say those things. But she doesn't, she stares at the floor and doesn't even move when he walks past her and closes the door with a loud bang.
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For those who live outside of Brazil and/or Latin America, I would like to let you know that I will no longer be talking about or using Juanicar and Agus Lain's face in any of my fanfics with members of the LSDLN cast, I do not agree with the comments made by both and I don't feel comfortable with the xenophobic and racist jokes against Brazil that both helped to worsen, in a more specific case of Juanicar, I am totally in favor of Palestine and I will no longer be using the name of a Zionist on my page.
for those who don't know, for years some people in Argentina have deliberately attacked Brazilians with racist and xenophobic comments and jokes, it was a more specific case of football fans, but for days it has been getting worse within the LSDLN fandom, and with such comments, Agus Lain was seen enjoying numerous jokes about and deactivated his Twitter account due to “pressure” being placed against him, according to him. Among these racists, some created a page called “Las Cachorras”, or in literal translation: the bitches, with the Brazilian flag printed on the page, one of the people behind this is followed by Juanicar and goes to Kuku's shows for free.
Not all of them, many Argentines are helping us and defending us, they are there and it is easy to make friends, but in the meantime we continue to suffer attacks, being called “Monkeys”, perjorative terms and even having to hear them saying that “racism is normal nowadays, everyone uses racism to attack”, I don't support and I won't put up with people who support, this includes Juanicar and Agus Lain.
I hope you understand the level at which this is being taken and the seriousness of the matter as a whole
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Make you feel better
Enzo vogrincic x reader
Primera parte de mi segundo fanfic
💕Enzo es tu mejor amigo y entiende que necesitas sentirte mejor con la regla
❤️🔥warnings: de momento el smut es leve, pero la segunda parte será explícita.
💬Agradecería mucho vuestras opiniones. Os leo!
Make you feel better
Nunca te había dado tan fuerte. Es decir, sí, la regla normalmente te daba más hambre de lo normal o náuseas, según el mes. Algunas veces también experimentabas dolores de cabeza muy profundos, que te tenían en la cama durante tardes o días enteros.
Otros meses sin embargo…los síntomas eran otros.
Una especie de celo, de heat, se apoderaba de tu cuerpo; a menudo te despertabas con una sobreestimulación que había transcendido de un sueño y te había hecho meter tu mano entre tus piernas. Después de trabajar, a veces incluso antes de prepararte la cena te tumbabas en tu cama para aliviar la calentura que habías arrastrado durante el día.
Aquel día habías tenido que cumplir con varios mandados desde por la mañana: que fuera tu día libre en el trabajo no quería decir que pudieras descansar, al fin y al cabo, vivías sola y tú eras la única que se iba a encargar de las tareas de la casa como limpiar, cocinar e ir a la compra.
Muy para tu desgracia tu healthy you era quien había ido al supermercado, comprando todo tipo de comida sana, que, además, implicaba una elaboración, la cual no estabas dispuesta a realizar en ese momento. Matarías por un poco de tu chocolate favorito.
Te apresuraste a meterte a la ducha, debías estar algo presentable: tu mejor amigo, Enzo, vendría a pasar el rato contigo y quizá ver una película.
Ya tenías puesta ropa cómoda para andar por casa: una camiseta que te quedaba gigante y unos shorts. Te habías puesto un sostén al salir de la ducha, pero tus pechos se notaban tan hinchados que decidiste quitártelo, dolorida.
Te estabas peinando tu largo cabello mojado hacia atrás cuando el ruido del timbre te sobresaltó.
-Cómo vas, chiquita? -Enzo te saludó con dos besos.
- Podría estar mejor… - te lamentaste.
- Y eso? – Enzo pasó a tu lado y colgó su chaqueta en el colgador de detrás de la puerta.
-No es nada…
-Ah, bueno, mira lo que te traje – Enzo sacó del bolsillo un par de kit-kats de fresa-tus favoritos-y los agitó delante de ti.
Si fueras un dibujo animado se verían estrellas brillantes sobresaliendo de tus ojos.
Sin mediar palabra se los arrebataste de las manos y le abrazaste.
- ¿Che, qué bicho te picó? - dijo Enzo divertido.
Ignorándole corriste hasta tu cuarto con la chocolatina en la mano dispuesta a sentarte en tu cama. Estaba anocheciendo, así que iluminaste la habitación con la guirnalda de lucecitas que colgaba en el cabecero de tu cama, en adición con la lámpara de lava que casi siempre estaba encendida.
Era viernes de películas: el mejor día de la semana. Desde hacía un tiempo, os habíais propuesto ver una película de terror cada fin de semana. A veces de horror clásico, como El exorcista o La Matanza de Texas, y otras, sobre todo cuando las eligías tú, de terror ‘elevado’, como Hereditary o Babadook. Enzo era, como siempre le decías para molestarle “un viejito en cuerpo joven”, y tenía debilidad por el cine del siglo pasado. Ambos cedíais en vuestros gustos con el fin de pasar un buen rato. Aunque os gustase joder, en realidad erais muy buenos amigos.
¿Amigos? “Sí, amigos”- te tenías que recordar a ti misma de vez en cuando, cuando te despertabas totalmente excitada por haber soñado que hacíais todas esas cosas que no hacen los amigos. Enzo era innegablemente atractivo, sobre todo cuando le mirabas con esa sopa de hormonas que era tu cuerpo en esos días. Pero atractivo o no era tu amigo, y eso se respetaba. Además, ¿qué pasaría si un día hicieras un comentario o un movimiento fuera de tono? Toda vuestra amistad se vería arruinada por algo tan mundano. Ni hablar.
Enzo no era el único que había traído un detalle. Esa misma mañana, en la universidad habías ido a hablar con el “proveedor” oficial de vuestro grupo de amigos y te había dado hierba de la mejor calidad.
La tarde transcurría entre el humo del porro que os estabais pasando mientras veíais la película Déjame salir de Jordan Peele.
-Ese chabón está muerto- comentó Enzo intentando adivinar el destino del pobre protagonista.
Tú apenas le estabas prestando atención a lo que dijo, ni a la película, tu mente se estaba perdiendo por unos lugares absurdos de los que nada bueno podía salir. Te sorprendiste a ti misma saboreando la boquilla del pucho, por el simple motivo de que se encontraba mojado con su saliva. De repente estabas visualizando su boca, sus labios. Despierta, pendeja, ¿qué te pasa?. Te pateaste a ti misma mentalmente por si quiera atreverte a explorar esos terrenos.
Tal y como si fuera un castigo divino por tus pensamientos impuros una tremenda punzada te atravesó el bajo vientre haciendo que contrajeses la expresión de tu rostro y gimieras de dolor por lo bajo. Aunque trataste de disimularlo, tu amigo se dio cuenta mirando un par de veces para cerciorarse de que te había visto retorcerte por el rabillo del ojo. Rápidamente alcanzó el control remoto de la televisión y paró la película.
-Bo, qué tenés? -su expresión contenía más gravedad que la que el asunto requería, por la cara que su amiga ponía podría estar sufriendo un ataque al corazón- Habláme!
Hiciste un gesto con la mano y negaste con la cabeza, dándole a entender que no sucedía nada y que ibas a estar bien, pero su cara decía todo lo contrario, a juzgar por sus ojos aún fuertemente cerrados.
-Contáme qué tenés, boluda, me estás asustando!
-Es solo un…calambre- gruñiste tú luchando por mantener la compostura. Si no lograbas recomponerte le tendría que explicar en detalle lo que le pasaba y, además de la pena que te daba, no tenías ningunas ganas de hablar con aquel dolor apuñalándote.
-¿Comiste algo malo? -se alarmó- ¿fueron mis chocolates?- Sus ojos se habían encendido como dos alarmas de incendio, era hasta adorable el repentino miedo que su amigo estaba sintiendo por ella.
¿Qué te pasa, tarada? ¿Cómo puedes estar disfrutando que tu mejor amigo se preocupe por ti y la pase mal? - te mortificaste.
-Che, Enzo, tranquilízate, sólo es mi periodo … - trataste de sonreír.
Él pegó un resoplido digno de un caballo de carreras, aliviado. Sólo era eso.
-Dale, mirá que sos dramática nena, por un poco de sangre de nada El moreno se rio sin ser consciente de la mirada asesina con la que le estabas fulminando. Si tuvieras poderes ahora mismo tu amigo habría estallado en llamas y estaría corriendo en círculos por tu pieza.
-No…voy a opinar. Seguí con la peli- trataste de respirar profundo como te había enseñado tu terapeuta, no había caso de comenzar una pelea con tu amigo, y menos en esa situación. Tu apartamento podría convertirse en La casa de las dagas voladoras.
-No, dale, chiquita, no podemos seguir viendo la peli como si no pasase nada, no soy tan así, te estaba jodiendo.
Buscaste un atisbo de diversión en su mirada, anticipando que se fuese a burlar de ti una vez más. Algo que en realidad te hubiera dolido. Pero no lo encontraste, parecía hablar en serio.
-Lo que te duele es la panza, ¿no?
Bajaste la mirada y asentiste.
-Mirá, no tienes que avergonzarte ni preocuparte, me he criado con mi madre y mi hermana, y también he tenido novia, sé de qué va
-No me digas -respondes sarcástica. Como si haberlo contemplado le pudiera hacer entender qué era lo que carajo sentías.
-Bueno, a ver, nunca lo podré saber, soy un varón, pero si que puedo intentar ayudarte. – al decirle esto le puso una mano en su bajo vientre, el cual notaba arder por dentro. Al notar su mano grande y cálida te estremeciste, cosa que pareció asombrarle. No le había sonado exactamente a un sonido de dolor por tu parte – ¿qué más te duele, chiquita?
Estaba claro que Enzo no era consciente del impacto que un solo roce y un solo nombre podía significar para ti viniendo de él, especialmente en ese momento tan hormonal del mes. Sentías que tu aliento era tan cálido que te quemaría la garganta y qué él notaría esa temperatura saliendo de tu interior si llegabas a exhalar cerca de él.
-Y bueno, los senos – dijiste en un tono bajo, aunque intentabas sonar confiada. Con lo que no habías contado es con que ese comentario habías dirigido su mirada directa hacia Tus pechos, que, para más inri estaban desprotegidos de una capa protectora extra de un sostén. ¿Se adivinarían demasiado tus pezones a través de la gastada camiseta que estaba vistiendo?
-E-eso es normal- Enzo tampoco estaba haciendo un gran trabajo sonando casual- ¿querés que te traiga una infusión o algo?
-No, eres muy dulce, pero eso no me ayudaría. ¿¿Qué?? Ahora le llamás dulce a tu mejor amigo. No, nena, estás perdida. Además, ¿para que le dijiste que te dolían las tetas?
-Está bien, pues no se me ocurren más ideas, nena.
-Sigamos viendo la peli, de veras que estoy… casi bien.
-Si vos decís…
Pasaron unos minutos, quizá una media hora y continuaste viendo la película, que estaba llegando a su punto más álgido de tensión, aunque eso poco te importaba.
Otra oleada de dolor inevitable te inundó nuevamente, y, aunque trataste de disimular, esta vez había sido un pinchazo aún más fuerte que el anterior. Sentiste como si alguien hubiera logrado meter la mano en tu vientre y estuviera estrujando tu útero con el puño como quien escurre una esponja. Además, podías jurar que notabas tus pechos como dos globos a punto de estallar, y, a la vez como si la superficie de estos se encontrase cubierto de hematomas, como si realmente te hubieran dado una paliza.
Enzo, sin apartar demasiado la mirada de la pantalla – al menos que tú hubieras visto- pasó uno de sus brazos por tus hombros, acercándose más a ti, para después empezar a acariciar tu panza con una mano y tu hombro derecho con la otra. Tras un par de caricias de tanteo, su diestra comenzó su arriesgado viaje hacia tu pecho. No podías creerlo, te habías congelado y no querías hacer ningún movimiento, por leve que fuera, que pudiera ser malinterpretado, no querías parecer ofendida y que parase. Lo que más deseabas que sucediera estaba ocurriendo. Un deseo nublado por las hormonas revolucionadas que parecían salir de tus poros y por el dolor, sí, puede ser, pero en ese momento no se te ocurría ninguna buena razón para pedirle que parase.
Sin mayores miramientos, su manó abarcó tu pecho con cuidado, su pulgar y su índice rozaban tu pezón con delicadeza, mientras que el resto de sus dedos masajeaban el resto de tu seno.
-Enzo… -comenzaste por lo bajo
-Shh…- te mandó callar como si la película fuera lo más importante de ese momento.
De alguna forma que no supiste explicar, el calor de tu entrepierna estaba sustituyendo más pronto que tarde al dolor que hasta hace unos minutos estabas sintiendo, lo cual te avergonzó, ¿no era que te dolía tanto?
Continuó ejerciendo la presión necesaria para que tu sufrimiento se suavizara. Estabas usando todas tus fuerzas para no gemir de placer, el volumen de la televisión no sería la suficiente para tapar el sonido que luchaba por salir de tu garganta.
La película termina.
Enzo se aparta de ti suavemente para volver a alcanzar el control remoto y parar la reproducción automática de Netflix.
-Y, ¿qué querés hacer ahora? – preguntó como si nada.
-La puta madre, Enzo, ¿¿cómo que qué quiero hacer ahora?? – estabas entre divertida e indignada
-Sí, ¿querés ver otra peli? Nos queda pendiente Midsommar, eh.
-Enzo, ¿vos me estás jodiendo? ¿Hace dos segundos me estabas tocando una teta y ahora me decís que quiero hacer? – intentabas que no te temblase la voz.
-Y, sólo quería ayudarte, vi que te estaba doliendo.
Eso te desarmó parcialmente, ¿qué podías responder a eso? Guardaste silencio.
-Nena, yo no quiero que estés mal, y si te puedo ayudar, ¿qué tiene?
-…
-Yo sé que hay ciertas cosas que pueden ayudar a las mujeres cuando se sienten así – dijo mirándote a la cara, clavando sus ojos negros en los tuyos. Ahora, por fin, podías notas un ligero tinte en sus mejillas, al menos un atisbo de igualdad de condiciones.
-¿Ciertas cosas? -Sí, bo, seguro que tus ex noviecitos te intentaban hacer sentir mejor, ¿no?
Ouch. Eso había escocido. No, ni mucho menos tus anteriores parejas habían movido nunca un dedo por hacerte sentir mejor acerca de eso (ni acerca de nada en general). ¿Y por qué ese tonito burlesco y eso de decir “ex noviecitos”?
Enzo pudo adivinar por tu expresión que no había sido así, pero decidió no hurgar más en la herida.
-¿Querés que te haga sentir mejor?
Notabas tus mejillas y todo tu cuerpo arder, notabas tu pulsación tan fuerte que creíste que se podía advertir a simple vista en tu piel, que todo tu calor y excitación era visible, pero no se lo querías dejar ver.
-¿Y qué pasa con nuestra amistad? Se arruinará todo y yo no quie-
Enzo te calló posando su dedo índice estirado en tus labios.
-A mí no me vas a perder nunca.
Suficiente. Eso fue suficiente para romperte y que se formaran lágrimas en tus ojos. Bastante sensible estabas ya como para que se le ocurriese ser así de lindo. A Enzo siempre le había gustado molestarte. En honor a la verdad, tú también le molestabas a él, pero siempre habías sabido que te quería a su manera, después de todo, eran muchos años los que habías compartido juntos.
Él se dio cuenta de que tus ojos estaban vidriosos y se acercó para abrazarte en la cama.
-Hey, no… no llores
En ese momento te liberaste de su abrazo para besarle. No en la boca, aún no tenías el coraje, si no en su perfecta mandíbula, entre otras cosas, para hacerle saber que aceptabas su oferta.
Él entendió el mensaje y acarició tu cara, limpiando tus lágrimas con delicadeza.
-Te voy a hacer sentir bien, chiquita.
Entonces, te dio un beso en la frente y separándose levemente puso sus manos en tus hombros y te presionó hacia atrás, para indicarte que te recostaras.
Tú obedeciste y miraste al techo que estaba iluminado por tus luces azules de ambiente, era vuestro cielo particular.
Díganme si tienen ganas de que suceda!!
Parte 2
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